The pain is far from going away
It's self-willed.
Feeding on the soul,
Crushing all desires,
Tangling all thoughts,
Tearing good dreams
Nightmare is only a trailer, among all.
To fetch, to isolate the soul.
The stage is ready
The soul must perform
Whether it wanted or not
Someone is keeping eye on it
A keen light is worth seeing.
The soul is blind, deaf, and in grim grief.
Emptying mind :
Give more time and priority to the very old friend of yours.
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Midnight Full Bloom(Poetry)
PoezjaA place where captivated souls swing in verses of limitless emotions unread, untouched, and which has been never heard by anybody... Blurry still relatable... Disconnected but still irresistible lines and p...
